Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.